Lyrics
American
muscle
from
Mopar
is
dying
This
is
the
last
call
for
all
you
roadrunners
Godspeed
I
just
got
a
random
FaceTime
from
this
ho,
she
tryna
see
who
I'm
with
Baby,
I'm
either
with
them
Benji's
or
I'm
with
my
fuckin'
kid
It
was
just
me
and
gang,
standin'
up
in
it,
niggas
doin'
burglaries
I
know
this
shit
could
change
in
any
minute,
keep
me
a
30
clip
Nigga,
I
was
takin'
a
risk,
spending
a
bag
I
was
tryna
make
some
back
I
was
tryna
flip
everything
I
had,
so
I
ain't
gotta
sell
no
fuckin'
crack
I
was
tryna
go
outside
and
get
to
driftin
a
fuckin'
Hellcat
Fuckin'
laws
don't
wanna
chase
me,
I
do
zero
- 60
in
two
seconds
flat
Two
seconds
flat,
gang
just
pulled
up
flexin'
Scat
Auntie
just
text
me
back,
said
she
think
she
met
her
match
They
hate
me,
I'm
on
shit
I
came
up
from
quarter
sacks
AP
on
my
wrist,
it
came
from
where
the
water
at
Two
seconds
flat,
this
shit
go
two
seconds
flat
Two
seconds
flat,
zero
to
six,
two
seconds
flat
Two
seconds
flat,
aunty,
she
keep
textin'
back
Auntie
says
she
met
her
match
Zero
to
six,
two
seconds
flat
Seconds
flat,
this
shit
go
two
seconds
flat
Seconds
flat,
zero
to
six,
two
seconds
flat
Seconds
flat,
baby
says
she
match
Guess
that's
why
she
textin'
back
Gang,
just
pull
up
flexin'
Scat
Seconds
flat,
seconds
flat
Seconds
flat,
two
seconds
flat
Seconds
flat,
zero
to
six,
two
seconds
flat
Ugh
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